“What everyone fails to notice, when talking to the other humans, to mothers and lovers and strangers in the streeet, is the one obvious point: 'future corpse, future corpse.”
“The New or Future Eve is emptied of all inner life and turned into a shell. The bitter irony in this is that her perfection recalls nothing so much as a corpse.”
“I kept quiet, but the knowledge gathered like a storm. I could see the future: My father wasn't coming back. And this one fact seemed to point to other facts and others still: Love frays and humans fail, time passes, eras end.”
“What about the future?""We'll talk about the future when it gets here.”
“A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk. ”
“The one voice I would hear even in death. A rotting corpse in the ground, I would sit up and take notice.”